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Who Are You?
Who Are You?
First read this...
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging introduction for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, ‘I ‒ I hardly know, sir, just at present ‒ at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.’
‘What do you mean by that?’ said the Caterpillar sternly. ‘Explain yourself!’
‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid sir,’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’
‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied very politely, ‘for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’
‘It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,’ said Alice; ‘but when you have to turn into a chrysalis ‒ you will some day, you know ‒ and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you feel it a little queer, won’t you?’
‘Not a bit,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well perhaps your feelings may be different,’ said Alice; ‘all I know is that it would feel very queer to me.’
‘You!’ said the Caterpillar contemptuously. ‘Who are you?’
Now answer this...
What would you say to this cantankerous Caterpillar? You just know he’s not going to suffer a 100 interesting things list, or an A to Z.
So as a one-liner ‒ who are you?
9/30/2005 9:40 am
wicked, you have heated up Caterpillar to melting point. Like a creature of butter he slides off the mushroom, enjoying every moment of it! warm xx|
9/30/2005 9:24 am
darlin' angel, that's tellin' him! warm xx|
9/29/2005 4:34 pm
Hugs dear warm....|
Who am I?
One of many different directions......
from words that drips of desires, lust and passions
to One that can be the giver of a waxing to a good flogging
One that can wear leather and pvc one evening
and silk, satin or lace the next.....
a tender soft touch
to a slapping sting like a bee....
but always.....a WickedFemale....
Lust, Lashes and Licks to you sweet warm....XXXXX
9/29/2005 12:29 pm
I am me. It's all I am and all I ever could be. The only thing I hope to acheive is all I ever will be.